Victory is Hard to Decide

"Alright!" Battle intent flashed in the green-robed man's eyes.

"What?" Braydon Neal glanced over and said softly, "Soul imprint, a familiar aura."

"Hmm?" The green-robed man's eyes narrowed as he suddenly looked at Braydon. 

His expression shifted, and he seemed to recognize something. 

He hesitated, then asked tentatively, "You are…"

"I remember now!" Braydon continued softly. "You were the one who created the Sword Manipulation Divine Art, right?"

"Who exactly are you!" The green-robed man was stunned and furious to have his biggest secret revealed. 

Thirty thousand years ago, he had been trapped in reincarnation and lost in it. 

Thankfully, a terrifying figure had descended, breaking the cycle of reincarnation with a single strike—Heaven's Finger—piercing through time itself. 

Billions of beings were awakened and given the chance to reincarnate, and the green-robed man was one of them.